Standing in front of the sink, Evander Lancaster brushed his teeth again and again in the mirror. Freshly showered, he was wrapped in a beige bathrobe, the couple’s style. On the shelf was another one belonging to Sophia Hamilton.

Just now, he had used a little trick to subdue that drunken girl, who was tightly clinging onto him. Helpless, Evander had no choice but to fight fire with fire.

He bit Willow Lancaster’s ear, and only when the intense pain registered, did she release him.

As he walked out of the guest room, he saw her holding her ear with a wronged expression.

Even though they were cousins who grew up together, Evander didn’t feel sorry for her at all. Who told her to try and take advantage of him? His body and his heart only belonged to Sophia Hamilton.

Of course, she also must belong only to him!

After washing up, Evander returned to his room, lay on the bed, then thought for a while before getting up to lock the door, to prevent Willow from sneaking into his room late at night.

Willow had drunk quite a bit of beer, and by the time Evander went to work, she hadn’t woken up yet.

Before leaving, he left a sticky note on the refrigerator, which had milk and toast inside, reminding her to lock the door before going out.

Evander went downstairs to Sophia’s apartment to pick her up. It was a special time; if not for Sophia’s refusal, he would have already hired a driver.

Sitting in the car, he saw Sophia running over, and Evander disapprovingly furrowed his brows.

"Did you wait for long?" She opened the passenger door and got in. While fastening her seatbelt, she said, "I was throwing up for a while this morning. Luckily, my mom didn’t hear because she turned on the range hood."

"You’ve had a hard time," Evander raised his hand to rub her hair. After she fastened her seatbelt, he seriously reminded, "Be more careful in the future. Don’t always be so reckless; you’re going to be a mother soon."

"Okay."

Sophia turned around to answer, suddenly widening her eyes and raising her elegant brows, staring at Evander’s earlobe, and moved closer to touch it.

Evander thought there was something dirty on there and stayed still, waiting for Sophia to take it off. Unexpectedly, his ear suddenly hurt, as Sophia unceremoniously pinched it.

"Speak! Where did you go looking for a fling last night!"

"Hey, let go, it hurts, why are you overreacting!" Evander grimaced, sucking in a breath. His ear had been dragged in front of him. She looked closer, confirmed it was a bite mark, and with force pinched again, glaring and gritting her teeth, "I’m overreacting? Be honest, which vixen left that bite mark on your ear?"

Evander...

Suddenly remembered, it might have been left by Willow Lancaster.

However, he couldn’t admit it, since she was his cousin in name, and his woman might think who knows what if he revealed it.

Smiling awkwardly and dismissively, he said, "There’s no bite mark, you’re mistaken."

"I’m mistaken?" Sophia coldly laughed, then glared and loudly rebuked, "I’m pregnant, not blind!"

"Darling, let go first, let’s talk nicely," with Sophia pregnant, Evander dared not resist too forcefully, worried about the baby in her belly; he could only gently coax her.

"Darling?" Sophia sneered again and suddenly leaned in closer, giving a mocking smile, "Tell me, how many darlings do you have, or which vixen did you get so used to calling, and now you’re using it on me?"

"Sophia Hamilton! Don’t push your luck!" All men have some machismo, and Evander’s good temper was all because Sophia was carrying his baby.

But even arrogance has its limits, she can’t be unreasonable forever!